Can you freaking believe this weather? I was definitely not prepared (I've been ingnoring my razor's pleas for employment), and neither was the rest of Chicago. I write this with confidence, because I saw all of Chicago this weekend celebrating St. Patrick's Day in shorts and tanktops. It was like a Lollapoloozer mated with a caveman or woman, and the offspring dressed up like a leprachaun. Hairy, pale-skinned, sun-bothered people stumbling drunk through Chicago at all times of the day, asking if you've seen their lucky charms. It was awesome! If you haven't been to Chi-town to see the river dyed green, it's definitely worth a trip, especially if a little global warming throws you a bone (I know, I know, I've read the research, but it just sounded good here).
After a week of the warmest March-weather Chicago has EVER SEEN, and after today's headline that the pollen count in Georgia is stupid-high, I can honestly say that there is nothing I miss at this moment in time. Sorry, South, but the Midwest has you beat this week. I have a really old, dark green, Honda accord that is still dark green even though spring has apparently sprung. I am positive you southerners will all need car-washes to distinguish the hue of your automobile after today. I will, however, be missing the South and her abundance of air-conditioned buildings as soon as it turns too hot to be inside or outside. But for now, I will just enjoy my rooftop bar-view, a fresh beer on tap, and rub it in your face until it snows again.
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